was riding north on Eighth Avenue near 49th Street. He tried to negotiate a narrow space between a double-parked delivery truck and a police prisoner transport van while holding a cup of tea in one hand and a large muffin in the other, police sources said
While any death is tragic (they just pulled the body of a 20 yr old student from the local river), this point really set me back.
Maybe its old age, senility setting in, or just the fact that I'm at that point where I realise that someday I'll be dead. Shooting the gap between vehicles and encumbered with objects in each hand. Man, thats just not right.